This is a song about "Left"

Uh, this what's been on my mind

All the people you left behind.

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

She knows you masturbate left handed

'till there's nothin' left.

Hold my tears i tried my best

That left ya without hope

I put it down your throat

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Friend after friend left me

Got nothing left to say

And she gon let it loose, hey

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect